YM778.TV Chapter 525 Grand Harves
Thanks to Konrad’s generous gift, his cultivation rose from late-stage Legendary God to half-step Overgod, while his Cuckold Pig Blood rose to startling heights, now rivaling his former Primogen Blood. Alas, it had also reached its limit and couldn’t grow further.
Leaving the sobbing hog behind, Konrad left for the second room where Talroth’s gifts awaited.
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The rising stares of nearly 10,000 Goddesses welcomed Konrad’s entrance in the second room. There, Bastet and Silvaz the two Demon Primogens lay alongside Bhumi, Tara, Konrad’s four half-sisters and legions of succubi, maenads, and lilims. Various shades of demonic energies filled the air, creating an atmosphere that put the two Devi in the room ill at ease.
First, Konrad set Tara aside, bestowed her with a Devil Seed before sweeping his prizes with his icy eyes. Assailed by his floral scent, to say nothing of the demonesses and fiends, even the likes of Bhumi, Bastet and Silvaz couldn’t resist. The bloodthirsty Silvaz, the Talroth-engrossed Bastet, and the stately Bhumi all dropped on their knees, trembling with aching need, moistening cunts and a voracious thirst for Konrad’s naked body.
The palpable scent of the thousands of women having preceded them in the past week never startled their minds, unable to win over Konrad’s mind-boggling pheromones. Seeing this, Konrad inwardly sighed. As he engaged in debauchery, he could feel the barriers of his bloodline crumble. It wouldn’t be long before it reached the Firmament-level. And by the time it did, perhaps even female Overgods couldn’t withstand the pressure of his scent for more than a breath of time.
Without a need for his mist and desire flames, Konrad’s scent did all the job, making allegiances and thoughts inconsequential as the Infernal Goddesses shot toward him, contesting for the right to get first taste of his empyrean body.
Faster than her peers, Bastet won the race. The goddesses’ clothes didn’t survive long, torn in booming grunts as they crowded Konrad’s form. Meeting the challenge, Konrad assumed his half-chthonian form of a golden-eyed, dark-blue skinned, horned and winged giant whose every step made the world quiver. A multitude of rods and arms grew to sate and pound the craving goddesses. This time, the harvesting carried on for two weeks. Two weeks of relentless moaning, pounding and maddened debauchery. Two weeks at the end of which the ten-thousand Goddesses lay cum-drenched, without an ounce of cultivation, but with empyrean bliss written all over their faces.
Again, Konrad made his choice, this time picking 1,500 from the lot while turning the rest into palace maids. Naturally, the former Primogens were among the chosen ones. Leaving them behind, Konrad stepped toward the final room where his daughter and disciple awaited his visit.
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Room 3: Heide and Cacillia.
Three weeks. It’d been since the arrival of Heide and Cacillia within the mansion. And as expected the two spent their time in dramatically different ways. While Cacillia sat crossed-legged in meditation, cultivating the Law Revolution Creed, Heide studied the lovemaking arts from detailed, disreputable books while pondering what the right outfit should be.
"So, should I go with this peacock mini-dress or belly dancer outfit? I also have a harem slave outfit in mind but that’s perhaps...a bit too much."
Heide rattled off, breaking Cacillia’s focus as she exposed her to a succession of scandalous outfits. Unable to endure further disturbance, Cacillia opened her eyes, forgoing the showcased outfits to stare directly at Heide’s icy-blue eyes.
"In any case, you’ll end up undressed. Why do you care for what saucy outfit you wear?"
Cacillia inquired in a serious tone.
"Bah, amateurish words. Don’t you know that the outfit’s sauciness will determine performance? From pounding duration to how much cum we wring, it is all interconnected!"
Heide scoffed at Cacillia’s ignorance and motioned toward her erotic books for emphasis.
Having nothing else to say, Cacillia shut her mouth and indexed the peacock-feathered samba belly dancer outfit floating at Selene’s right. Never in her wildest dreams could Cacillia imagine that such a scandalous outfit existed. Throughout the vast Celestial Realm, perhaps they couldn’t find a second one!
"Good choice, your tastes indeed don’t shame the house!"
Heide approved with a succession of vigorous nods. Used to the girl’s flippantness, Cacillia made no other comment and fell back to silent meditation. According to the previous arrangement, it shouldn’t be long before Konrad returned from his harvesting. The time for her first dual cultivation session approached with great strides, but unlike Heide who grew up corrupted by the Imperial Jade Palace, as a normal individual, Cacillia couldn’t help but feel nervous.
The more nervous she felt the more she locked herself in meditation. Smelling Cacillia’s nervousness, Heide was inwardly delighted. The more nervous the competition was, the better! Alas, she didn’t doubt that when faced with her father’s empyrean body, every bit of nervousness would vanish from Cacillia’s mind—making place for the same hunger as all the rest. How sorrowful!
And as if to echo her words, a series of unhurried footsteps clattered beyond the door, announcing the visit of the only man in the mansion.
Cacillia’s nervousness peaked while Heide finished getting dressed and beamed in anticipation. The door flew open, revealing a naked, 1.9 meters tall man of flawless musculature and empyrean looks that made so many drool with hunger and filled others with envy.
As soon as Heide and Cacillia’s eyes locked on this picture of transcendental perfection, everything else stopped mattering, and they failed to take their eyes away. Better, they gulped in synch.
"I thought I’d spare you the trouble of undressing me."
Konrad began with a smirk, awakening the two from their torpor. Realizing how easily they’d lost their composure, they blushed in shame. This time, even Heide no longer showcased any bravado. Fortunately, her father took mercy on them and didn’t unleash his floral scent.
Otherwise, the results would have been hard to fathom.